On Death
I'd posted this on a friends blog after they lost yet another dear friend.Learn from the Scorpio
for death is birth.
shedding
releasing
popping
"...ages of lives...where I should have been..."*
because we cannot feel their hands
does not mean they still can't touch us
because we cannot lick their lips
does not mean they still can't kiss us
because we cannot look upon them
does not mean we can't see them when our eyes are closed.
And we will always see our friends
when our eyes are big and brown and widely closed.
*an excerpt from my poem, "The Rescuers" http://www.4bidden-fruit.com/TheRescuers.html
posted by Saint Vincent @ 11:44 AM
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